My condition, I could not awaken.
I craved the ill-started.
Insensitive, unable to love.
My heart was broken.
I send prayers to the departed.
You’re looking down from above.
The standing brought such sorrow.
What will it bring tomorrow?
Take thy condition from our my heart.
You gave e a head start.
I crave the standing and stricken logic
Of the illogical.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
My condition, I could not awaken.
I craved the ill-started.
Insensitive, unable to love.
My heart was broken.
I send prayers to the departed.
You’re looking down from above.
The standing brought such sorrow.
What will it bring tomorrow?
Take thy condition from our my heart.
You gave e a head start.
I crave the standing and stricken logic
Of the illogical.
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